Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Languish
All things fade.
The sun fades colors.
Hate fades away.
Pictures get faded.
All things fade.
Loneliness never seems to fade,
Unlike colors and hate and pictures, so
Perhaps my theory
Is as wrong as my physiognomy.
The faded images in my mind
Are always remembered.
Some mental images that fade
Are forever lost
Because age has deteriorated our
Ability to recollect.
Jeans fade,
Smiles fade,
Hopes fade,
So most things fade.
And I am fading fast.
October 18, 2004
Suge
The sun fades colors.
Hate fades away.
Pictures get faded.
All things fade.
Loneliness never seems to fade,
Unlike colors and hate and pictures, so
Perhaps my theory
Is as wrong as my physiognomy.
The faded images in my mind
Are always remembered.
Some mental images that fade
Are forever lost
Because age has deteriorated our
Ability to recollect.
Jeans fade,
Smiles fade,
Hopes fade,
So most things fade.
And I am fading fast.
October 18, 2004
Suge
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